Good morning I have been having difficulty with using the blog but thanks to my blog mistress her skill and extreme patience. I would like to acknowledge her generosity even at this time as she cares for unwell husband Andrew- your prayers please. I send my blog entries via email, Jo then downloads and enters it and the photos I have also sent. So here I am after so many failures attempting to use the blog and have a little more time today as I rest in what has...

There is a new photo album called: Espalion and Golinhac via Estaing for your viewing pleasure. A little bit about them, in addition to the notations under each one.. In the order the photos appear: On leaving Espalions on the 13th September; A shell left by a fellow traveller-could some French scholar translate please? One of the many bucolic scenes that embraces the journey in this most scenic and fertile region in France- unfortunately for the foot travel...

Before relating today's events it's best if I back up to Day Six: the leg between Nasbinals to St Chely d'Aubrac. It's the day that may well define the rest of the journey!The evening before we left was a night to forget and deserves a separate blog! It was meant to be a 17 Kms walk with the highest point on the Camino being reached at the midpoint, then the rather rapid descent into St Chely (a drop of close to 500 metres down some very hairy rock strewn narr...

Hello again, I am sitting in what must have been nun's cell, now renovated with comfortable simplicity in the huge convent on the outskirts of St Come-d'Oit one of the many picturesque villages in this part of France. The name of the Convent: Espace Angele Merici- Couvent de Malet. Some may recognise the French version of the Saint we call Angela Merici Foundress of the Ursulines. There are currently 14 sisters living here, very elderly. Much of the Convent...

It's just a week since I attended the engaging Sunday liturgy at the Cathedral in Le Puy and the special Pilgrim's Mass on the Monday morning, before taking up my trusty sticks, pulling on my all-weather boots and leaving for St Jean Pied de Port, a place of beauty and charm nestled at the base of the Pyrenees some 740 Ks away. Well here it is 4.30am as I prepare to set out on Day Six. For the past five days, I have averaged just over 30 Kms a day (at least th...